Chapter 1575: Theatricalities And Deceptions Caine was right to be surprised; he still remembered the words spoken to him by Primordial Chaos, "The Will of Truth has awakened, and it would light the path of the Supreme Era; an opportunity would arise in the coming year, and the child would shine brighter than all the stars in existence; that would be your time to strike." Time for Primordials was incredibly fluid. Even though Primordial Chaos had mentioned a year, Caine believed that it could even be until the end of this Era before he was summoned. Caine had hoped that before that day would arrive, his natural lifespan would run out, but he knew that Primordial Chaos would not let him die, not yet. This Primordial derived great amusement in watching Caine in torment. Why else would he allow him to live in delusion for so long before mercilessly pulling out the last foundation of lies that Caine had built under himself for so long? However, the words of Primordial Chaos still tormented his mind. The Will of Truth, Rowan, was expected to shine brighter than any star in existence. A praise like that from a Primordial would only mean that Rowan must have reached a level of power that was hard to imagine, and Caine could never presume in a thousand Major Eras that such a thing would be able to happen in a literal year. Rowan left the lower realms barely a thousand years ago, and despite the revelation of Primordial Chaos on the impossible talent of that monster, how many changes could he have made in a single year? It turned out that it was a lot, and they were all greater than he could ever imagine. He waited for a while for the Will of Primordial Chaos to direct him, but after a while, Caine struggled to raise his head and looked beyond the Great Desert to see what was happening in Reality, as his curiosity could no longer be held back. His jaw nearly fell to the ground. A storm of unfathomable scale rages across the infinite expanse of Reality, across countless dimensions and universes. To Caine, this storm was not a tempest of wind and rain but of Primordial fury. With a little more power, this storm would begin to devour dimensions, but a hand held it back. Was this power coming from a single being who was not yet a Primordial? Already blown away, Caine was not expecting anything more when the primordial storm was shattered by a silver lightning that crossed countless dimensions across reality, and this Old One, who had been here from the beginning of Reality, vanished from the Great Desert and appeared in a random dimension in the higher realm and reached for the descending storm and grasped Primordial Essence. He originally wanted to pursue the silver lightning, but it was moving too fast, and what he saw across Reality forced him to stop in a minor fourth-dimensional realm, whose Creator was most likely dead because there were no higher-dimensional immortals in this realm, and he could not believe that this realm and every across Reality had become flooded with Primordial Essence. Caine froze in place, the memories of the past nearly drowning him as he was taken back to the beginning when the Essence of Eosah had filled Reality, and there was life unending, "Mother, have you returned to us," he murmured to himself, but a mocking thought crushed whatever smidgen of hope in his heart, ’Return? You damned fool, you killed her and fed her blood to invaders, and for what?! What did you gain but to become a slave in the end.’ "No!" he suddenly screamed, his voice shattering space and consuming this dimension in a tempestuous rage that consumed all life upon it, leaving a realm that we’d filled with nothing but blood and fire as Caine stood in the middle of the devastation and lamented, "We... I... was promised... but something is wrong. This is not the Essence of Eosah; it is different. It stinks of Limbo! Has Aegis fallen?" He had no time to think upon this answer as his eyes rolled into the top of his head as the Will of Primordial Chaos seized his flesh. ® War was all about theatricalities and deception. Rowan came to the Supreme World of Mages to acquire the First Flames from Endirius, but the flames were never his target. Sure, having power as potent as the First Flame in his hands, which had the potential of the ninth-dimensional level, was excellent, and Lost was due for a much-needed upgrade to his powers; however, Rowan no longer had a pressing need for this sort of power, at least, not at this time; instead, it was better to be used as bait to fish for something bigger. Andar and the rest of his children understood a part of this plan, as they knew that Rowan wanted to use this flame for his battle against the Celestials because this Flame was tied with the creation of Primordial Light, and if there were one power that could be used to suppress the strength of Primordial Light, it would be the First Flames. So, the moment Rowan sought out the First Flames, this would announce to all that he was beginning his campaign against the Celestials. He had even started his preparations. Eva had been given nearly half of his entire Celestial Host with the goal of infiltrating the ranks of the City of Light. She had done a spectacular job at this point as seven Great Legions of the Celestial Host were not under Rowan’s Authority, and in a short while, he would be sending out all of his Angelic Host to this battle, hoping to gain at least fifteen legions before the war began. This was the plan. Yet this plan was a lie. Primordial Light was undoubtedly a dangerous foe. However, in the larger scheme of things, Rowan had a more dangerous enemy, and that enemy was Primordial Chaos. For he believed that unlike the other Primordials, the one he knew the most was Primordial Chaos; after all, he must have been with Rowan from the moment of his birth. If the Primordials were half as capable as Rowan when it came to planning and future foresight—and Rowan believed that they were much more experienced than himself in this matter—then Primordial Chaos must be able to anticipate a lot of his actions, including the fact that when he began to push for the First Flames, he meant to attack the Celestial. Rowan gave that appearance, but his actual target was Primordial Chaos. The rest of the Primordials were sleeping, and Primordial Chaos was chained at the Gates of Oblivion. He was restricted in a lot of ways, but that also meant that, unlike other Primordials, he was awake and aware. This did not add to the fact that Primordial Chaos had been intertwined in his life for too long, and Rowan would not rest easy allowing this Primordial to gain a firm stance in Reality with the war that was approaching. Rowan had discarded his Chaotic Body into the Great Nothingness as a mortal, fully aware that inside this stone shell was not only his Essence but also the essence of Primordial Chaos. He knew that Primordial Chaos was also aware of all the plans he made inside Revah Endirius’s body.